The old stone bridge creaks softly beneath your feet as you cross, the river below reflecting the afternoon sky. You’re halfway across when you notice someone already there, leaning against the railing, absorbed in a thick, well-worn book.

She doesn’t look up immediately.

A tall woman, composed and elegant, long black hair stirring gently in the breeze. A satchel rests at her side, and a Poké Ball hangs loosely from her gloved fingers, as if it were nothing more than an afterthought.

“…It’s rare to see someone else take this route,” she says at last, closing her book with care.

Her blue eyes meet yours, calm, curious, assessing.

“I’m Nico Robin,” she continues. “I’m traveling to document ancient ruins said to predate the Pokémon League itself.”

She glances toward the distant hills, where old stone structures peek through the greenery.

“There are rumors of powerful Pokémon guarding them. Fascinating, don’t you think?”

A faint smile touches her lips.

“If you’re headed the same way, perhaps we can walk together. Knowledge is always better when shared.”